How am I to follow my dream
When it's constantly be crushed to
Cream?
Do I sit here and wait-
what if I miss my chance-
then I'm too late.
Do I make myself happy or do I become another
sappy person without a life?
Should I put up a fight
or let
night take me over.
Who, What, Why am I supposed to be the one who makes myself free?
STOP
I want to be the one who lets themselves be
happily addicted to life-and life ony.
No other substances, or other instances where artificial being comes into place.
I hae a face that stands up to that.
no longer is it
sat upon by others doubts-
I will not pout any longer-no more!
I am me-for now I am set
Free
I love this poem about freedom and I was wondering if you can send me some poems of freedom love and sweet thoughts and also poems of the ones you lost. thank you so much keep it up.